Tuesday, June 12, 2012

My story, part VI

For understandable reasons, Rory was pretty pissed I'd let my friend do the talking for me. So he called the cops because technically, yes, Travis had threatened physical harm. But really. It was ridiculous.

The campus police listened to my explanation as to what had happened and realized they were wasting their time. Before they walked out my door, one of them turned to me and said, "the next time you don't want to go out with a boy, just tell him you're washing your hair."